Originally aired: 26/04/2007

Writer: John Shiban
Director: Mike Rohl

Guest Stars: C. Malik Whitfield as Agent Henricksen, Garwin Sanford as Deacon

Official CW Description

SAM AND DEAN LAND IN PRISON - After hearing about a ghost that has been killing off inmates one by one, Sam and Dean decide the best way to investigate this spirit is from the inside and allow themselves to get thrown into the state penitentiary. However, after FBI agent Henricksen shows up to take over their case, getting out of prison becomes a bigger challenge than finding the spirit.


Full Synopsis

Green River County, Detention Center
The members of the detention center are out playing basketball and cards. Inside, some workers are opening up an old cell block. "It doesn't make sense. First they close up an old cell block, then they open it up again? There's your tax dollars at work, huh?" says one of the workers. They pull open the door, and two of them go inside with flashlights. "Yikes," says one of them, "I'd hate to be the one thrown in here." Suddenly they feel a cold breeze, and some papers outside the cell are blown around. Later, down the hall in a cell, one of the prisoners is laying on his bed reading. Suddenly the light starts to flicker, and he gets up and goes to his window looking out into the hall. The clock outside stops. Suddenly something walks by. He starts to yell, looking up at the security camera. Up in the security room the guard sees him and says into his walkie talkie, "Goin' down to B Block – Randall again." He leaves. Randall is still yelling, and some of the other prisoners say "Hey, Randall, come on, shut up man." "What, are you tellin' me you didn't see that? What are you blind?" he says back, and then continues yelling. Suddenly a bar slams into the window, and the guard comes up. "Randall. Cool it," he says. "There's something out there," Randall says, but the guard won't listen. "Turn off your light and go to sleep. I'm not gonna say it again," the guard says, so Randall does as he was told. The guard asks for the lights to be turned out on B Block, and they do so. As he's walking, there is something walking behind him. He feels it and turns around, but there's nothing there. Suddenly he can see his breath. As he turns around, one of the doors closes on his arm, and he's stuck. He turns around and begins to scream, as something is coming toward him. From his cell, Randall watches.

Arkansas Museum Of Anthropology, 3 months later
Sam and Dean are inside with flashlights. "I hate this plan, Dean," Sam says. "Yeah, I got that the first two times I heard it," Dean replies. They go to some glass cases and open them, and stand looking at some weapons. Suddenly they hear something, and turn to go and see what it is. "Freeze!" hollers a cop, and they turn to walk a different way, only to be blocked on that side as well. They go down one more hallway but there is just more cops. They are arrested.

Prison
They are taking mug shots of the guys, and Dean is making faces for the camera. "Who looks better, me or Nick Nolte?" he asks, and the camera man replies "Shut up."

Dean is sitting at a table when an African American man walks into the room, followed by another cop. "Well it's about time," Dean says. "I'll have a cheeseburger. Extra onions." The man looks at him. "You think you're funny." "I think I'm adorable," Dean corrects. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Dean," the man goes on. "I'm Special Agent Viktor Hendrickson, this is my partner Special Agent Reid." "Hendrickson?" Dean says. "Not the Milwaukee Agent Hendrickson?" "Live and in person," he replies, then pulls out a picture of Dean. "Aww. Nice shot. You can hang that up in your cell." Dean mentions the cheeseburgers again, and Hendrickson smiles. "Ah yeah, keep that game face on. Try and cover up how cornered you are. Read him the charges." Reid steps forward. "Well we got mail fraud, credit card fraud, grave desecration –" "Skip to the good ones," Hendrickson says. "Armed robbery, kidnapping – oh – and three accounts of first degree murder," Reid finishes. "And after Milwaukee your brother is a suspect in a murder case himself. I'd say for you two, screwed to hell is a major understatement," Hendrickson says. "Well, where there's life, there is hope," Dean says with a smile. Hendrickson says that's what he kept saying while he was searching for them. "Your dad taught you well. The way you cover your tracks, and the way in Milwaukee you went –" he whistles – "vanished. And after all that, you get tripped up on a motion detector. Pretty rookie move. I've gotta say, I was – surprised." At that moment the door opens, and a woman walks in. "Dean Winchester?" she says. "In the flesh," Dean replies. "Who are you?" Hendrickson asks. "Mara Daniels, Public Defender's Office," she says, and tells them she's been assigned the boys' case. "Are you Hendrickson?" she says. "Yeah. And we're not quite done here," he says. "Uh – yeah, you are. And if you don't mind, I'd like to meet with my clients. Privately," she says.

Dean and Sam ask her if they will be kept in the County Jail, and she says yes. "Green River County Detention Center?" Sam asks. "Yes," she replies. The boys exchange looks. "And considering the charges you're facing, no judge in his right mind is going to grant you bail," she goes on. "Yeah we figured that," Dean says. She tells them that papers have already come in from the five states, Missouri and Wisconsin being the biggest concern, the bank robbery and the murder reps. She tells them they have a week, maybe less, to do something about it.

Green River County Detention Center
The boys are loaded off a bus to the detention center along with many others. "Don't worry, Sam," Dean says as they pass a bunch of prisoners saying "You are mine!" "I won't trade you for smokes," Dean finishes.

Once inside, they are put in their cells with their cellmates. "I call top bunk," Dean says to his parnter, and the guy gives him a weird look and puts his stuff on the top. "Okay," Dean says quietly. Sam goes into his own and nods at his partner, who is huge and gives him a look. Sam swallows and turns around to look across the hall at Dean, as both of their cells are closed. The boys are left looking out at each other.

Later as they are being checked to go to dinner, Dean asks Sam how his cellmate is. "He keeps staring at me in a way that makes me – really uneasy," Sam says. "Dean. This is without a doubt the dumbest, craziest thing we've ever done. And that's in a long career of dumb and crazy." "Calm down," Dean replies. "It's all part of the plan." "So Hendrickson showin' up was part of the plan?" Sam says. "Yeah that guy moves a little faster than I thought. Look, all we gotta do is find this ghost, put the sucker down, and grab ourselves a couple of two drop tattoos." "That's not funny. Dean, what about this escape plan?" "It's a hundred percent sure thing, I wouldn’t have gone in if it wasn't," Dean replies. "This place has all the signs of a haunting. Innocent people are dead already, four so far." "Innocent," Sam laughs dryly. "What, are you from Texas all of a sudden?" Dean says. "Just because these people are in jail doesn't mean they deserve to die. And if we don't stop this thing, people are going to continue to die. We do the job wherever it takes us." "Look, Dean, just be straight with me," Sam says. "You're doing this for Deacon." "Damn right," Dean replies. "But we barely even know the guy," Sam says. "We know he was in the corps with Dad," Dean says. "We know he saved Dad's life, we know we owe him." "Yeah but don’t you think he's asking a little much?" Sam asks. "It doesn’t matter. We may not be saints, but we're loyal, and we pay our debts," Dean says "That means something to me and it ought to to you, too. Look, I'm not thrilled about this either man, but Deacon asked us to hunt this thing down, and that's exactly what we're going to do."

Cafeteria
Sam is looking at his food in disgust, but Dean is eating it quite happily. "You know this chicken ain't half bad," he says. "Right. Finished mine," Sam says, pushing it away. "So let's go back over this, Dean. Spirit suspect number one is Mark Moody, right?" "Yeah, psycho killer extraordinare," Dean replies. "Satanist, ritual murder, died in jail." "You sure it's him?" Sam asks. "Pretty sure," Dean nods. "Dean. Considering the circumstances, I'm going to need a little more than pretty sure," Sam says. "Really pretty sure," Dean answers. "Moody died of a heart attack, which is exactly what all the victims in here died of. And he died in the old cell block, which they closed right after he croaked about thirty years ago. They just opened that back up, that's when the killings started." "So you think his spirit was released somehow?" Sam asks. "Uh huh," Dean says. "But what if he was already cremated?" Sam asks. "I'm guessing there's something in the old cell block that belongs to him that's keeping him around," Dean replies. "Whatever it is we've got to find it, and you know the rest. I'm done." He stands up. Sam follows him, and, not looking where he's going, bumps into a prisoner walking toward him. "Sorry," he says. "I'm just –" "Watch where you're going," the prisoner says angrily. Dean comes back. "He said he was sorry," he says. "You talkin' to me?"the guy says. Dean looks at him. "Are you talkin' to me?" he says again. "Oh great, another guy who's seen Taxi Driver one too many times, yeah I'm talkin' to you," Dean says. "Let it go." The guy turns around walks away. "Dean, come on, let's go," Sam says. "See that's how you gotta talk to these guys," Dean says with a smile. "Instant respect." But Sam is watching as the prisoner goes over to yet another even bigger prisoner and says something to him. He stands up and they start to come over. "You were saying?" Sam says. Dean turns around. "Oh great," he says just as the first guy throws a punch at him. He effectively blocks it and stops the guy, saying "We can end this right now, no harm no foul," but the guy keeps fighting him. "That's enough!" a voice suddenly yells, and a cop walks in, the same one that arrested them in the museum. "On your feet, Lucas," he says. He turns to look at Dean. "What's your name?" he says, coming up close and putting his black stick under Dean's chin. "Winchester," Dean replies. "Well Winchester. Not a good start," he says. "Solitary," he says. "You too, Lucas." Guards pull them away. "Not having fun yet?" Dean says to Sam on the way by. The bigger prisoner that Lucas called over makes a throat-slitting motion at Sam.

Solitary confinement
Dean is sitting in his cell. "I wish I had a baseball," he says. "What?" Lucas is across the hall in his own cell. "What did you say?" "I said I wish I had a baseball. You know, like Steve McQueen," Dean replies. "Yeah? Well I wish I had a bat. So so I could bash your frickin' head in!" Lucas says. "Okay. So much for the bonding in solitary moment," Dean mutters, sitting back down. Suddenly the lights start to flicker, and Dean sees his breath. "Oh crap," he says. He looks out the window and sees that the clock has stopped in the hallway. "Lucas! Listen to me, stay very still," Dean calls, but Lucas goes to the window instead. Suddenly he sees two eyes appear in the window, in a white face. He jumps backward, but a hand grabs him from behind and then touches his chest, and he begins to scream. Lines appear on his face and he continues yelling as Dean listens in horror.

Hendrickson's office
Hendrickson is sitting in his office with Reid nearby. The boys' lawyer knocks on the door. "Hendrickson?" "Daniels," he says. "Can I have a word?" she asks. "Have a seat. What’s on your mind?" he asks. "I've been going through the Winchester charges. And I have got to say, there are some weird inconsistencies," she says. "Welcome to my world," Hendrickson says. "I talked to a cop in Baltimore, who swears up and down these boys saved her life, and helped her catch a killer. And witness to your bank robbery in Milwaukee, she swears Sam and Dean saved her life." "Saved her from what?" Hendrickson asks. "She was a little unclear on that," Daniels says. "That's because she's nuts," Hendrickson says. "Look I was in Milwaukee, I spoke to her, I spoke to all the witnesses." "And?" "And all I know is that wherever these guys go, people die. It's that simple." "I don't know that it is," Daniels replies. "They just don't seem cut and dry guilty to me. I think there's more to this." "Like what?" "I don't know. Can't put my finger on it," she replies. "It's just – strange," she goes on. "Strange," Hendrickson repeats. "Oh. Okay. Well the grown ups are trying to get some work done here, so. If you don’t mind." He looks at her. She leaves angrily.

Jail, bathroom
Sam is mopping the floor of a bathroom with another prisoner. "How you doing?" he asks. "I'm fifty-four years old, mopping the floor of a crapper with bars on the windows, how do you think I'm doing?" the other guy asks. "Alright," Sam says. "Bad ice breaker. I'm Sam." "Randall," the other guys replies. "Nice to meet you," Sam says then stops. "Randall? Hey weren't you there the night that guard died?" "Yeah." "Well what happened?" "They say the stress of the job got him," Randall replies. "Yeah? What do you say?" Sam asks. Randall looks at him. "Why you inside, kid?" "Cause I got an idiot for a brother," Sam replies. "That'll do it," Randall says. "Yeah," Sam says. "Well this place ain't so bad. Compared to the old cell block it's the damn Hilton," Randall says. "You spent some time in the old cell block?" Sam asks, and Randall says yes. "Didn't they have Mark Moody in there for a while?" Sam goes on. "He was there," Randall replies. "You know I was there too, the night that lunatic bought it?" "Yeah? Heart attack, right?" Sam asks. "Sure. His heart stopped right after the guards stopped using his head for batting practice," Randall replies. "The next morning I was in his cell mopping up the blood. What a mess." "Wait, so he was beaten, and nobody reported it?" Sam asks incredulously. "You kept your mouth shut unless you wanted to die from the same heart attack, you know?" Randall answers. "Randall? Exactly how much blood was there?" Sam asks.

Jail, outside
Dean is playing cards with some of the other prisoners. "Three Aces," says the other guy. "That's a bad beat," Dean says. "That is a bad beat. But see I'm full. Queens over Aces." The guy slams the table and stands up. "Hey sorry, it's a cruel game, my friend," Dean says with a laugh. "Sorry guys." Sam sits down across from him. "It's like picking low-hanging fruit," Dean says with a smile. "You don’t even smoke," says Sam as Dean collects the cigarettes he won. "This is giving me the currency of the realm!" Dean replies. "Look. I got a got lead on Moody," Sam begins. "Yeah, me too," Dean cuts in. "His spirit paid a little visit last night." "What?" Sam says in surprise. "Clock stopped. Flickering lights, cold spot. He did everything but yell boo." "What happened?" Sam asks. "Walked right by me. Lucas wasn't so lucky, I mean the way he was screaming… the guy was a jerk, but he didn't deserve to go like that," Dean says. "So what did you find on Moody?" "Yeah, so I think I know where we might find his remains," Sam says. "Blood in his old cell." "Blood? I thought it was a heart attack?" Dean says. "It was. After the guards walked him over. I mean apparently there was so much blood in there they had trouble mopping it out." "How we gonna get in?" Dean asks. "I got plan," Sam says. Dean says that's the Sammy he knows, he's like Clint Eastwood in one of his movies. Sam says that the problem is even if they do find something, how are they going to burn it as they don't have any supplies. "It's a good thing I'm like James Garner from The Great Escape," Dean says, and gathers up some cigarettes in his hands, standing up. "Hey fellas! Who's ready to deal?"

Cafeteria
Dean and Sam are getting their food in the lineup. "You sure about this?" Dean asks. "Pretty sure," Sam replies. "Yeah well considering the circumstances, I'd like a little better than pretty sure," Dean replies. "Really pretty sure," Sam says, and walks away. Dean goes and sits down across from the big prisoner from earlier that Lucas brought over. "Hey, save some room for dessert, Tiny," he says. "You know I wanted to ask you, 'cause I couldn’t help but notice that you are two tons of fun." He asks him if he has a weight problem or if it's some deep-seated self esteem issue. Meanwhile Sam is watching. "Cause you know their just doughnuts. They're not love," Dean says. Suddenly the guy punches Dean in the face, knocking him backwards. Dean tries to punch him but he doesn’t even feel it. As one of the guards approaches, the big guy throws him over his back onto the table, then begins to attack Dean again. While all the guards are kept busy, Sam ducks into the kitchen and grabs some salt and stuff. Then he goes into the air ducts. Out in the cafeteria, the guards have gotten Dean away from the big guy. The same cop that caught Dean earlier says "We waited any longer, you'd be dead." Dean is already beat up bad. "You waited long enough," he says. The cop replies by punching Dean in the stomach. "Do yourself a favour. Don't talk." He pushes Dean's head down roughly. "Take them both up to the infirmary," he tells the other guard.

Old cell block
Sam comes out into the hallway with the old cell block and then goes in. He finds an old pillow there with dried blood on it, and then burns it.

Infirmary
Dean is sitting in a cell up in the infirmary, and the big guy is in the cell next to him. "Hey Tiny," Dean calls. "Hey, sorry about the things I was saying earlier. I can’t really tell you why, but I had to get you angry. So anyway. Sorry." "It's okay," Tiny replies. "The truth is, I do have low self esteem issues. My old man treated me and my brother like crap, right up until the day he died." "How'd he die?" Dean asks. "My brother shot him," Tiny replies. "Okay," Dean says quickly. Suddenly Dean notices a white shape standing not far away, outside the cells. "Oh crap," he says. "What is it?" asks Tiny. The ghost, which is a woman, approaches Dean, and he tries desperately to get out, but can't. Finally he notices a salt shaker on the tray next to his bed and grabs it. He is suddenly thrown back against the wall. He falls down, and then the ghost puts her hands on his chest. He manages to throw some salt on her, and she disappears. Groaning in pain, he suddenly hears Tiny start yelling in the next cell. "Tiny?!" he yells. "Tiny?! Guard!!" But no one comes.

Outside
"Wait, so you're telling me it wasn't Moody?" Sam asks. "Unless he's going around dressed like a nurse," Dean replies. "Poor Tiny, man. Poor giant Tiny." "Wait, so this is the ghost of some nurse who worked here or something?" "I don't know man, I guess," Dean says. "I don't know man but at this point 'I guess' isn't really working for me. See, I thought we were done. I called Deacon? It's happening. We're getting out tonight." "I guess we gotta do some quick research then," Dean replies. "How? I mean in case you haven't noticed, we're in jail," Sam says.

"A nurse?" Randall asks. "Why do you wanna know?" "Well we've got our reasons. But it'll be worth your while," Dean replies, handing him a pack of cigarettes. "So this nurse. She'd have had white hair, one screwed up eye, does that ring a bell?" "Yeah. Yeah I remember her," Randall says. "Do you remember her name?" Dean asks. "No, that's still kinda fuzzy," Randall replies. Dean looks confused for a moment, and then realizes. "Give it to him," Sam says to Dean. "I earned these," Dean replies sulkily. "Dean…," says Sam firmly, so Dean hands Randall another pack of cigarettes. "Glockner. Nurse Glockner," Randall tells them. "The old bitch worked here in the seventies." "You knew her?" Sam asks. "I met her once. She was giving me a tetanus shot – she damn hear jammed the needle through the other side of my arm. At least I got out of there alive." "What do you mean?" Sam asks. "I heard these stories, you know. I don’t know if they were true. Cons love to talk but we're all liars." "What kind of stories?" asks Dean. "Guys that go up to the infirmary with a cold and next thing you know they're in a body bag," Randall goes on. "And a whole lot of heart attacks – young guys, old guys…" "Heart attacks?" Sam asks. "Yeah, story was Glockner had it in for cons and she did this Charles Bonson thing with a hypodermic… Anyway that was the rumour, nobody ever proved anything." "What ever happened to Glockner?" Dean asks. "I don't know," Randall replies. He says the next time he landed in jail she was gone.

Cafeteria
"Okay so let's say those stories on Glockner were true," Sam says. "It's a thought," Dean replies. "Real life she's a vigilante, death same thing." "Right," Sam says. "But how's she tied in with that old cell block? And if she's going after cons, why did she kill that one guard?" "I heard in the yard that that guard wasn't exactly squeaky clean. So maybe she's going after anybody who breaks the law. Like me," Dean continues. "You heard in the yard?" Sam says. "Yeah." "Dean, does it bother you at all how easily you seem to fit in here?" Sam wonders. "No, not really," Dean answers. "Alright, well, either way, we need more info on Glockner. If she's buried – if so, where – and we have five hours to get it," Sam says. "No, don't give me that look, no, not that "we're going to see this thing through" look. We are leaving, tonight. No matter what." "I just don’t want to let Deacon down, that's all. I mean we do owe him," Dean says. "Yeah but we don't owe him our lives, Dean," says Sam. Dean suddenly stands up and starts to walk away. "Where are you going?" Sam asks. "I'm gonna go talk with our lawyer," Dean replies.

"You want me to what?" Daniels asks, talking to Dean on a phone through the glass. "Her name was Glockner. She worked here as a nurse in the seventies. I need you to find out everything you can about her, but most importantly how she died, and where she's buried," Dean replies. "Are you nuts?" Daniels asks. "Do you have any idea what kinda trouble you're in here?" "I have a vague notion," Dean replies. "Good. So let's forget about some random nurse and talk about your case." Dean looks at her. "Mara. It's Mara, right? Look I get that you're trying to help me. But believe me when I tell you that this is the best way you can help me." "Really. How? Explain that to me," she says. "I wish I could but I can’t," says Dean. "I'm just gonna have to ask you to trust me on this." "Why should I?" she asks. "Hendrickson says you’re a monster." "I'm a monster? Oh. Huh. Well he's wrong," Dean says. "Okay? I'm not what they say I am." "Everybody says that," Mara replies. "Yeah. Well if you're as smart a PD as I think you are then you can tell with just one look if your clients are guilty, okay? Just like that. So I want you to look at me – really look – and you tell me. Am I guilty?" She looks at him for a moment. "We're not the bad guys," Dean says.

Outside
Sam walks over to meet Dean. "She go for it?" he asks. "No. Not so much. But maybe she'll still come around." "Well we can't wait around to find out," Sam says. "We could give it another day," Dean says. "No no no we're leaving tonight, that's it," Sam says firmly. "So we're not going to finish the job, we're just going to let these people die?" Dean says. "Don't give me that," says Sam angrily. "This was your stupid plan, and I went along with it. But we're sticking to the plan, Dean." "Okay. You leave, I'm going to say," Dean says, and starts to walk away. "Hey don't turn away – don’t turn away from me!" Sam says, going after him. "Screw you," Dean says under his breath. "What?" Sam grabs Dean's shoulder and turns him around. "Screw you?" Dean shoves him angrily and right away guards are on them, the same guard that caught Dean twice before has him. "I can see the usual methods aren't going to work with you," he says. "You too, sweetheart," he says to Sam, and the boys are led away.

"Take off," says the guard to his partner. "I want to handle this alone." The boys are in an empty room now. As soon as the other guard leaves, the guard approaches Dean. Suddenly the guard smiles. "Deacon, you were beating the holy hell out of me," Dean says, turning away so Deacon can unlock their handcuffs. "Sorry Dean. I thought I was going easy on you," he says with a smile. "Just trying to make it real." "Well, mission accomplished," Dean replies. "Well, is it over?" Deacon asks them. "No. Turns out it wasn't Moody," Sam says. "What? Then who?" Deacon says. Sam tells him they think it was a nurse who used to work there. "Which is why we should stick around until we find out," Dean says. "You wanna have this fight for real, Dean? We have to go, we have to go now," Sam says angrily. "Guys," says Deacon, but Sam keeps on at Dean. "We are leaving, Dean! Otherwise we'll be leaving for Milwaukee in shackles with Hendrickson as company!" "Oh come on," Dean says. "Guys!" says Deacon louder. "What?" they say in unison, turning to look at him. "Your lawyer left this for you." He holds out some paper. Dean laughs. "Would you look at that. Man, I am freakin' velvety smooth." "You wanna maybe open it up after you're done patting yourself on the back?" Sam says irritably. "Wow," Dean says. "What? You wanna show the class, Dean?" Sam says. "Glockner died in the old cell block right after Moody bit it," Dean says. "It seems they had a little inmate uprising and she got caught in the middle. They dragged her to a solitary cell, gave her a severe cerebral edema." "Someone bashed her head in," Sam says. "Yeah." "Does it say where she's buried?" Sam asks. "Yep," Dean replies. "Alright then, let's get you the hell out of here," says Deacon, going over to the wall and opening up part of the wall. "Don't worry, Deacon, we'll get rid of this thing," Dean promises. "Good, cause I want it out of my prison," Deacon says. "Boys, uh – I can't thank you enough for this. I know it was asking a lot, but you still came through. Your daddy – raised you right." "Well we owe you," Sam says. They shake hands and hug. "Well I'll see you again, just not in here, alright?" Deacon says. "Oh," says Dean, before he leaves. "Where do you want it?" "What?" asks Deacon. Dean smiles. "Oh – uh –" he points to a spot on his jaw. Dean starts to pull back his fist but then Deacon holds up his hand. "Oh – make it real, son." Then Dean hits him.

Outside
"Oh man, are you a sight for sore eyes," Dean says happily as the boys come out to see the Impala. "You know I almost wish I could see Hendrickson's face?" Dean says with a smirk. "Really?" Sam says. "Cause I'd be happy if we never saw him again. I mean we're not really out of the woods yet Dean." "Yeah I know," says Dean just as an alarm goes off somewhere in the jail. "Good point!" They get into the car and drive away.

Jail, inside
"I told you," Deacon says. "One of them came up behind me." "You let them get the drop on you," Hendrickson says angrily. "Yeah. I screwed up, alright? What do you want me to say?" Deacon says. "I wanna know where they’re at," Hendrickson replies. "How the hell would I know?" Deacon says. "Let's start over again," Hendrickson says. "For God's sake," Deacon stands up. "Again! I want to know everything I did today from the moment they woke up!" Hendrickson says furiously, coming around the table to stand in front of Deacon. "Got up. Breakfast. Visiting hours. Rec time," Deacon says. "Any visitors?" Hendrickson asks. "Just their lawyer," says Deacon tightly.

"It's an easy question, what did you and Dean talk about?" Hendrickson asks Mara, as she sits in his office. "I have already told you, it was a private conversation between me and my client," she replies. "Right! And then three hours later, he just happened to bust out," Hendrickson goes on. "Now tell me what he said."

Sam and Dean are in a graveyard. "We gotta move it," says Sam. "If Hendrickson gets to the lawyer…" "I thought she couldn't say anything," Dean says. "You know that whole lawyer-client-privilege thing." "That privilege doesn't apply, Dean," Sam replies. "So she'll talk?" Dean says incredulously. "She has to," Sam says. "Oh, that's freakin super," Dean says.

In Hendrickson's office he is threatening her job. "I am the last person on planet Earth you wanna screw with," he says. "Now tell me what he said." "He wanted me to do some research," she says after a minute. "On a prison nurse that died in 1976." "What? Why?" he asks. "I don't know," she replies. "What else?" he asks. "They wanted to know where she was buried," Mara continues. "Did you find out where?" he asks. "Yeah." "Did you tell them?" "Yeah." "Tell me," he says.

Mountainside Cemetery
Cop cars pull up into the cemetery.

Sam and Dean are still digging.

The cops get out of their cars, along with Hendrickson.

They find her coffin.

Meanwhile Deacon is in the bathroom, washing his face. Suddenly, the clock stops, and the lights start flickering. Deacon can see his breath. He turns around and the nurse is standing there. She throws him backward.

The cops are still moving through the graveyard.

The boys are salting her bones.

"You let those two go," Glockner is saying, with her hand on Deacon's chest. Suddenly, as the boys set fire to her bones, she pulls backward and disappears in flames.

The boys watch in silence as her bones burn.

Meanwhile the cops have found they are in an empty graveyard. "You sure this is the right damn cemetery?" Hendrickson asks. "She said Mountainside. Mountainside Cemetery," Reid answers.

Meanwhile the boys are leaving Green Valley Cemetery.

Mara gets into her car, smiling.

Hendrickson smiles grimly as he realizes that the boys have escaped yet again.

Sam and Dean pack the trunk and go to get in the car. "Thought we were screwed before?" Sam says. "Yeah yeah I know," says Dean. "We gotta go deep this time." "Deep, Dean? We should go to Yemin," Sam replies. ""Whoa. I'm not sure I'm ready to go that deep," Dean replies, and they get in the Impala and drive away.

Synopsis by Meghan (deanandhisimpala)

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